By: Diana Castro
I am from bright, white light and tranquil air.
I am from “Limon y Sal” playing in the morning to U2‘s “Sunday Bloody Sunday” to commence the weekend.
I am from the hole ripped from the grass, from our trespassing, dirt bike riding neighbors.
I am from endless curiosity, vibrant imagination, essential boredom and innocent white lies.
I am from door-knocking unsolicited, black tie, white collared trick-or-treaters.
I am from standing in a kitchen,
staring at a bowl of tiny bright-eyed fresh anchovies,
scarred for life as my mother is asking us children,
“Just try one!”
I never knew who consumed or disposed of their tiny bodies.
I am from nightly local cricket symphonies in the summer
and rollie-pollies, who turn into dice.
I am from being mesmerized by Spirited Away glowing from the TV screen during my pajama themed 7th birthday party.
I am from giggling juvenile prank calls,
homestyle eggo waffles slathered in cold butter and grape jelly
and finding delicacy in stolen slices of prosciutto.
I am from reading Grimm fairy tales before bed,
only the eerie ones,
watching friendships last,
and cold-wash only denim.
I prolong falling asleep
to stay in this daydream forever..